So I have done some things deemed unconventional by my peers. To be honest I do many things that most people find strange. I wear the title “weird” like I was Superman and it was my god damned cape flapping in the wind. But curiosity is a hell of a thing. Mix that with a general distaste for the majority of people in the world and you have the recipe for a real nut job. Or so I am told.
I used to go to adult theaters to make myself feel better about myself. And by feel better about myself, I mean have a laugh at the degenerates at play. If you’ve never been inside one of these cesspools you will see a ton of atrocities that happen everyday. It’s amazing what grows in dark places. It’s a sense of life like you’ll never know. Almost any given day you can find normal people going in to not only score, but smoke crack. Not your typical junkie flair, but some asshole that looks like he walked off the set of Ozzie and Harriet. You’ll sometimes even find the wanton house wife or suburban mom wanting to unleash their slutty side and blow as many people as possible. It’s degradation at its finest. The whole time I watch the nightmare unfold. Only watching and never participating.
Then of course you have the obvious patrons. Gay and bi-curious men cruising, junkies shooting up, bums looking to just sleep in the aisles and prostitutes looking for johns. Every so often a construction worker comes in to drink a tall boy and beat off before returning to work. All this and more in a dark enclave that thousands pass by in a day. Never mind what is on the screen, the real show is in the audience.
There was this one particular time I went to this theater on my lunch break and there was this transvestite that was getting gang banged by pretty much the entire audience. I assume that this was his/her game plan. You had to at least admire or acknowledge the sense of freedom in all of this whether you agree with it or not. All caution to the wind with this sort of public display of carnality. It seemed as though everyone was in line to get at this piece of meat. Like a pack of coyotes on a lone desert hare. It was one of the more disgusting things I had ever witnessed. I be very clear that I was in no way sexually aroused. But I could not help and watch. Is this how Vlad Tepes felt when he ate under his dying victims.
I sat mesmerized by the fact that these men were engaging in a dance with a slow death. I laughed and entertained the notion that I had just watched several men from various walks of life commit suicide. It’s the closest thing to eating popcorn and watching Jonestown unfold. It was almost electric!
I had to wonder if this is the basis of humanity, a piece of ass, a hole to get your rocks off in. I left feeling like I had witnessed something that should not be seen. As if some darker god had shown me where the world was headed if he were to have his way. I laughed and thought to myself “All of you people are fucking dead!” And I went on with my day. I returned to my menial office job and wondered if any of my co workers who I could not stand were one of the many shadowed faces in that dog pile during their lunch break. I smiled and thought “Of course they were, of course”.